Perhaps influenced by the players, Lin Miao kills without any sense of guilt, using exceptionally brutal methods, almost like Adam Smasher.
This is the beauty of numbers.
Blood and cybernetic limbs fly everywhere, Trauma Team operatives suffer heavy casualties, and the television station hastily shuts down the broadcast of the horrific scene.
No point in airing this, better to edit it slowly afterward.
The team's casualty numbers rise sharply, with two power armor soldiers trailing behind, unable to intercept Lin Miao as he wreaks havoc among the crowd.
"Chase him, what are you guys in team three doing? Hurry up and pursue! Surround him and don't let him escape!"
"Sniper, where's your gun? Why aren't you shooting?"
"Team two, head north! Can't you see he's trying to flee north?"
Caster watches in disbelief, unable to understand how the Trauma Team, which usually runs rampant on the streets of Night City, is now being slaughtered like pigs.
